the whirlwind's fury, [O/R]

[Ehetere]

It seemed Piringa truly had made a nuisance of himself, with Boolee feeling the need to round up his mares to settle them. Allirea could only imagine what her boisterous son had done, for she was not going to ask. It was in the past, and truly was of very little interest to her.

She would always retain fond memories of her firstborn son, who surely would make a fine grey stallion just like Boolee. Perhaps he would even go and make a name for himself in the high country. She would indeed die a happy mare if one of her sons ever became King. It was nothing more than they deserved coming from parents such as herself and Boolee.

Allirea snorted and twitched her ears slightly in annoyance as Boolee greeted the pasky creamy mare first. Why was he doing that? That mare was a deserter who had come crawling back and using her new filly as a reason for a warm welcome. Still, Allirea did feel quite a bit of satisfaction that her first born son to Boolee had been a colt, not a filly.

All the same, she made no other protests to Boolee’s actions for she appeared to be maturing now and was containing any angry outbursts for the moment. She had decided that creamy and silver mares were beneath her, and that they did not deserve to hold her attention or vengeance for very long indeed.

Finally Boolee turned his attention to her and she positively glowed with pride as he made a fuss over her second foal. Despite wanting him to be a filly, she could not deny that Lark was indeed a fine colt, perhaps a little bigger than Piringa had been, but handsome none the less.

She sighed happily as Boolee set to nibbling at her mane, and was extremely pleased that it was she that he had chosen to stand with. How long had she wished to be the stallion’s favorite mare? Well, ever since she had met him really. She did love the grey stallion very dearly, despite what her occasional outward behavior would suggest, and there was nothing she wanted to do more than spend the rest of her life with him.

Despite the fact that his age was beginning to show, Allirea thought that Boolee possessed some magical quality akin to that of a silver brumby. He was old yes, but in spirit he was as young and strong as any stallion could hope to be. She also thought that perhaps if he were to die, she might die with him, for surely no other stallion could hope to hold the spirited grey mare.